Chen Ye remained skeptical about Qin Jiaming's words.
There was no way he would believe the one-sided story of a stranger cultivator.
Moreover.
Why had he forgotten Qin Jiaming, yet Qin Jiaming still remembered him?
Qin Jiaming's smile slowly faded as Chen Ye shot her a cold glance.
"Ah, it seems that big brother still doesn't want to believe me from beginning to end... from beginning to end."
The young girl sighed softly, looking melancholic,
"I should have expected this outcome. After all, in the past, big brother often didn't believe me. But all of this is unimportant. What's important is that both you and I want to leave this world."
Chen Ye was not moved by her pitiful appearance.
He sneered:
"Since you claim we once depended on each other, then tell me, why do you remember everything clearly while I have lost that segment of memory you're talking about?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Jiaming shook her head bitterly:
"I don't know..."
